Encounter Qin Shihuang on a deserted island

Chapter 115 Xiao Zhou passed away, and Jiang Hai sent the rest of his life.

When Chang Yu walked to the side of the First Emperor.

The deserted island is no longer visible, and it has entered the deep sea.

Gusts of sea wind are blowing, and the sails of the ship have not yet been stretched, and they are still being rowed by manpower.

"Sir, are you ready?"

The First Emperor was in a good mood. After being trapped on a desert island for so long, he could finally return to the real land!

Chang Yu didn't feel seasick at all, but he still felt a little uneasy.

Although Chang Bishen did not show up even though he had gone out to sea, the fact that the sails had not been unfurled meant that he could not relax yet.

What if later, as soon as I unfurl the sails and speed away, a storm comes down?
Seeing that Chang Yu said little by little that it was all right, Emperor Shihuang walked up to the bow and waved his hand.

"Set up the sails and go to sea!"

Immediately, more than ten large ships and war drums sounded in unison, one after another like sound waves.

The sails are spread out like wings, and a gust of sea breeze can inflate and push the ship to speed up.

More than a dozen large ships passed by with a full load, and the draft of the hull was as large as that of a submarine.

Chang Yu was not as happy as Emperor Shihuang and the others.

Although speculation will not appear again, the weather here is unpredictable at sea.

It is true that the sky is clear now, and it is not surprising that the next second will be stormy.

Chang Yu has come from the future, even if he encounters something strange again, it won't be very strange.

Fortunately, there is nothing to worry about.

With the help of the sea breeze, more than ten large ships are blowing their sails, riding the wind and waves like giant beasts!
Standing at the bow and looking back, the surroundings of the deserted island could no longer be seen.

The further away from there, the further away from home, and the heavier Chang Yu's heart becomes.
Next, a brand new and unfamiliar world for soldiers, one who can't play well can kill himself.

Be careful, be careful, be more careful.

If they all make concessions to this extent, they will still be targeted or something
Chang Yu touched the pistol strapped to his waist. Before he moved the gun, it was his last concession. Once he was allowed to move the gun, it meant that the person had to be killed.

"Please rest assured, sir."

The First Emperor came out from the cabin, and had already put on a brand new five-clawed black dragon robe.

Wearing a bead curtain glazed crown.

Standing straight, full of pride, so domineering!

There is a gleam in his eyes, and he exudes a domineering demeanor in every gesture.

"When I return to Xianyang Palace, I will post a notice and search all over the world to find relatives for my husband."

Hearing this, Chang Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Can't find it, can't find it"

A bright moon hangs high in the sky, reflecting on the sea like another sky.

"Why can't I find it?"

The first emperor was very puzzled.

"There are more than 2000 million people in the great Qin Dynasty, it is impossible to find them."

Chang Yu raised his hand to interrupt, and before he could finish speaking, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Pointing to the moon in the sky: "They are over there,"

Luo Luo pointed to the moon in the sea: "And I am here."

Not the same place, not the same time and space, let alone the same world.
When Chang Yu fell into melancholy and longing, Li Si came up to interrupt the Emperor Shihuang.

"The immortal god is a child of the immortal family, and his relatives are definitely not in the common world."

Just now I was still a little puzzled, why did the moon in the sky and the sea be used for comparison, now Emperor Shihuang suddenly understood.

It's true, relatives are in the sky, even if the whole world belongs to him, it is impossible for him to find them.

Hearing this, many people were wondering about Chang Yu, and looked at him with increasingly strange eyes.

Could it be that he was a fairy who was relegated to the mortal world?
Otherwise, why not leave Xiandao by yourself?
Their questions are never answered.

Chang Yu stood at the bow of the boat and poured a bowl of wine into the sea.

Mom and Dad, I hope you have a better life in the future.

The child is unfilial, so I can't go back to take care of you.

Looking at the sea area where the waves are constantly rising, a round of bright moon is missing and reflected on the sea surface, which has not changed at all.

Looking at the round and bright moon, I can't help but think that the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Reunion Festival are approaching, right?
On a desert island where there is no concept of time, Chang Yu distinguishes time and seasons by harvesting grains.

After the harvest, it is almost the Mid-Autumn Festival. This is the fourth Mid-Autumn Festival that I have not been able to reunite with my parents.

Thinking of this, Chang Yu sighed deeply and couldn't help murmuring.

"Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, thinking about family every holiday season."

"Riding the wind and breaking the waves will sometimes hang the clouds and sail straight to the sea."

"Xiaozhou has passed away, and the rest of his life will be sent to the river."

Although he couldn't understand what he was reading, everyone present could tell that Chang Yu was feeling homesick.

Li Si was immersed in the artistic conception, and kept writing the poems that Chang Yu thought of on the paper.

The more he wrote it down, the more horrified Li Si was.

Can the poems that come out of the mouth be so good?

In today's literary world, who can do this?
I am afraid that he is a rare talent, even a literati and sage in the world can't!
"It's a good sentence, Xiaozhou will pass away from now on, and Jiang Hai will send the rest of his life."

Although it is sad, it is also very suitable for Chang Yu at this moment.

They all know that Chang Yu came from the sky, and they can't go back now and can only stay.

The small boat, likened to the big boat under his feet, gradually became distant, and in a sense he was already dead.

The future journey can be compared to Jiang Hai and also his new rebirth, which is his fish life in this world.

The First Emperor couldn't help but admire him. He immediately felt very poetic and wanted to write poems to Chang Yu, but was stopped by Li Si in time.

"Mister is already tired, let him go to rest first, Your Majesty."

The first emperor glanced over, and Chang Yu's face was indeed a little tired, and he was immersed in nostalgia at the moment, so he was not in the mood to mess around with them.

"Shuyi."

"Help Mr. Go back to rest."

Next to him was Wang Shuyi who heard the words and immediately went to Chang Yu's side to hold his arm.

Wang Ben and Wang Jian were watching.

One is very satisfied, and the other is a little hesitant. Let's go back and discuss this kind of thing.

"Your Majesty, if I can get help from this man, I think Da Qin will definitely do something great."

With the larger world as the stage, Daqin will definitely shine brightly.

Of course, the premise is that the outside world that Chang Yu said exists.

It's not that Li Si doubted, but that they didn't know at all.

Tell them suddenly that there is a powerful Maurya Dynasty outside the door, no one will believe it the first time, right?

The First Emperor stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the bright moon, he had a strong premonition.

Soon, Daqin will usher in a war with foreign countries, which will also announce Daqin's first step into the world.

Li Si didn't speak any more, and stood slightly behind the first emperor.

Wang Ben, Wang Jian, Bai Qi, and the three generals also stood behind.

Their eyes were very determined, shining with a palpitating fighting spirit.

Nothing is more exciting to them than the sound of the rod.

The big ship gradually went away with the wind and waves, and the sea breeze blew across the sea, setting off rounds of surging waves.

The expected wind and waves did not meet, and Chang Bishen, who was worried, never reappeared.

(End of this chapter)